ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ | 𝑅𝑒𝑔𝓊𝓁𝓊𝓈 𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

27 ✧ I Beg For You

1978 June __________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

She hadn't had anything planned, not really, and any planning that had been done was only half-assed at the very best. She had tried her best to craft a beautiful night, she spent hours decorating the Astronomy Tower while remaining unnoticed by all sorts of teachers and students. A dull green blanket laid on the group, a few pillows scattered around it, on the blanket were two bowls and a vase of baby's breath – within the bowls were waffles (they were a bit deformed and were sitting in a buttery ice cream).

"Keep your eyes closed!" Y/N hissed at Regulus who kept trying to pry between the gaps in Y/N's fingers; her cold hands had been pressed against his eyes for a whole two minutes and she had never been too amazing at leading people places. 

"Ow!" He seethed as he bumped his head against the steel post above it. Y/N was very careful as to lead him straight into a candle she had lit. 

"Sorry!" She lightly laughed. "I forgot you're a growing boy."

"Never say that again." He laughed; such a silvery laugh.

He took a few more steps and was finally relieved of Y/N's poor navigation skills, she counted down from three and removed her hands – he looked around the room; it was a sweet gesture but somewhat poorly executed. Y/N could tell he wasn't as impressed as she hoped he would be, his expression remained as cool as usual. 

"It may not be amazing... and I think the ice cream has melted a bit... and-and I know the decorations are a bit..." She motioned towards wonky hand-cut stars she had taped to the roof (unfortunately due to a lack of a ladder they were not quite neat). "Ugly if you stare at them for too long... and I guess baby's breath is cliche... but... but." She just wouldn't stop rambling. 

"It's cute."

"Really?" Y/N smiled. 

"Yeah." He nodded, his eyes taking in all the details, the radio Peter had been fixing was resting upon a stack of books, which was left idle next to a neatly wrapped box. He presumed with her lack of talking to Sirius' gang that Peter had kept it on the down low; he didn't mind. Above the blanket was a constellation, his constellation to be precise. She cut up paper to make his constellation above him. The candles that were lit around the room made it feel like they were glowing a warm orange onto him. 

"Thank fuck." Y/N sighed. "Sit, sit, sit." 

He smiled, doing so with ease. She wanted him a bowl – the ice cream was in fact melted and the waffle was a little cold but it was a wonderful meal; especially after Regulus had added blueberries that Y/N had prepared in a small container for him to enjoy with his waffle. 

"Breakfast food at night, I like it." Regulus smiled. "Perhaps we can make it a habit when we're older." 

"Why not now?"

"Well now, and for when we're broke with two kids." Regulus rolled his eyes – his soft barely-even-existent smile never leaving his features. 

"Oooo, sounds like you have a crush on me." She teased. 

"Something like that." He laughed. 

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The night had continued, the bowls were piled off to the side and wrapping paper littered the floor; Regulus was very pleased with the silver bracelet he had been given. Regulus was lying on the pillows, Y/N next to him, his hand was pushed forward in front of them – as to admire the bracelet in better lighting. 

"It's very beautiful." Regulus smiled. "What made you think that I deserve any of this?"

"You just do, trust me." Y/N grinned back. "Anyway, I have something to ask you."